All alone on the green glass sea, canvas full, pushed by a giant's thumb, the great weight of air, immensity of sky, clear air. All the little fish below me slide past me, do not know me, the welling deeps, their springs outpoured, hide rich and costly stores, the last great mysteries, slimy hoards, are kept their at the ocean floors, yet all the little fish below me, slide past me, do not know me. They know only the endless night, they know only the endless cold, as they shoulder the waves above, and fear darker things below. There is no starlight here, there is no moonlight here, only little flickering lights, only little ghostly lights, only little ghastly lights. All alone on the green glass sea, haul away, haul, buckets full of silvered gems, liquid fire and slicing fins, riches of the underworld, brought to the light to gasp and die, flash with color, writhe and lie. We balance on the line between sea and sky, two floating worlds, and we, suspended between birds and waves, all alone, only strangers here.
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